Misc Your Songs - The shitbirds - goodnight landlovers

So long my ^Cfriends, and ^Ffare thee ^Cwell G Cadd9 G C Until the mor-------ning we meet in hell We stayed too ^Clong. We ^Fdrank a ^Cfew G Cadd9 G C We sang a ba--------wdy song or two But the ^Fnight it crept ^Cupon All our ^Ggood, ^Cadd9good, ^Gtimes must soon be ^Cgone Our hearty ^Fsouls will form ^Cagain G Cadd9 G F C In this cir------cle of loving friends

There’s a ^Cbottle up ^Fin a ^Ctree G Cadd9 G C There’s a hole-------- in my memory We told some ^Cjokes, our ^Fsouls were ^Cfree G Cadd9 G C The sharpest ones------ were aimed at me The foghorn ^Fblow, signals to ^Cyou For the ^Gship ^Cadd9must ^Gsail, we bid ad^Cieu But we’ll ^Fmeet and play ^Cagain G Cadd9 G F C In this cir-------cle of rowdy friends

The Siren’s ^Csound calls ^Ffrom the ^Clee G Cadd9 G C Or is my mo---- ther-- crying for me She wants me ^Chome, no ^Ftime for ^Cfun G Cadd9 G C She needs her da---------ring prodigal son But we ^Fleave, with new tales to ^Ctell And our ^Gship^Cadd9mates ^Gthey fared just as ^Cwell We set ^Fsails, and look back a^Cgain And wave to ^Gall ^Cadd9of ^Gour land-^Floving ^Cfriends